"Oh. GURRRL." Snicker.

Attic. Prue leafs through the BoS as the jock struggles against the restraints the sisters have placed him in. Piper freezes him. If you ask me, the jock is the guy Piper should be freezing on a regular basis in the old boudoir, if you know what I mean. That mental image is a little more pleasant than the other one. Piper asks Prue if she's found anything pertinent. Prue answers in the negative, leading Piper to suggest that now might be the time for Phoebe's next confession. The phone rings, and Phoebe suggests that Piper escort her pushy ass downstairs to answer it. Piper tells Phoebe that God created answering machines for situations like this one. Prue tells them both to can it, telling them that she found an entry on the Perlman Academy of Demonic Arts and Crafts in the BoS. The gist of the entry reveals that, if the jock has been completely converted, he'll have six chevrons branded on his arm. Piper checks. There are only five. Phoebe again suggests that they vanquish the jock while they have the chance. Prue launches into another tiresome speech about Cole and Phoebe's attitude towards him. Tom thankfully cuts it short by unfreezing. Prue approaches him, asking him if he remembers her from college. He shoots an FBOD past her head in response. Snerk. What did you do to the poor guy back then, Prue? Piper, reading my mind: "Does that mean he remembers you, or he doesn't?" Snicker. The phone jangles again in the kitchen. Prue sends Piper and Phoebe downstairs to take care of it so she can have a little quality time with her ex.

Doorbell. Phoebe answers. It's Darryl, with Tom's police file. A fluffy white dog trots in behind him, heads into the parlor, and jumps up on the sofa. Piper storms through the hall, bitching, "Rasputin! Get off of the…" Then she stops herself and makes a "whuh?" face. Darryl asks them when they got a dog. Phoebe tells him Rasputin was Grams's pet. Piper adds, with extreme annoyance, that he's been missing for seven years. Phoebe tells Piper that it's "a minor side effect" of the spell they cast, and they can handle it. The phone continues to ring. Piper tosses her hands in the air in frustration, wondering why the machine isn't picking up, and stomps off into the kitchen. Phoebe baby-talks an explanation about the whole lost-and-found thing, but Darryl doesn't want to hear about it. Rasputin contentedly eyes the scene from his perch on the couch.